Too Grown To Be A Man Poem by JOSEPH ABUTU

Younger than the morrow,
Too grown to be a man;
Clothed like a rainbow,
Pride ruined the plan.

This is the sign,
It had lingered-
Now all is on the line.
The days spent in newness
Being attacked
By the voice of the conscience.
If these moments hold,
Another door would be shut;
Like a story told,
Its pictures would never rot.

Debts in the morning
Threats in the day;
Surely it is coming-
Justice as we wait.

No distance far as guilt;
In arrogance,
Excuses are built.
No pity for the fallen
Because every weakness
Actually gave its warning.